I hate when that happens. For a while, back in the aerly ‘90’s, I had a full-tim job and two part-time jobs, trying to keep the wolf from the door. I’m glad it didn’t last forever. It wore me out.
Stop and smell the roses every once in a while. (In this case, it could be just long enough for a “drive-by” post!)
Stop and smell the roses...
Yes ma’am! Smelling the roses ma’am.
(Posted from part-time job)